Eric Mayer

Mary has an atmospheric essay about fog in literature over at Dames of Dialogue. It begins:

I was crossing the headlands above Tynemouth in north-east England some years ago, following a narrow path towards the ruins of a priory when a sea fog rolled in and the entire area was blanketed with a dank curtain so thick it was difficult to see more than a yard or two in any direction. It was the sort of clammy, clinging fog in which the much derided crawling eye was occasionally glimpsed in The Trollenberg Terror.

How can you resist finishing A Touch of the Trollenberg Terror?




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